When I was eight, my family and I
Drove West to Yellow Stone State Park and saw
Old faithful springing forth from the earth
Something where there had been nothing.
I think you're like that
With you pizza made from scratch
I think your like that
With your immaculately planned house parties
And the way your voice fills a dance hall
Who was it who said energy can't be created or destroyed, only changed in form?
Well, he was a liar.
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